Tortazos

You were won over with money
And you ran inside
The bad lights of downtown
Made you put your foot in it
You didn't care, ungrateful
You threw everything away
Because your desire to stand out
Sickened your soul with forgetfulness
And now you even have a husband
The things one has to endure

My dear, it amuses me
Your new marital status
Because you've fooled a fool
Who believed in your aristocracy
You are the snub Pancracia
Daughter of the Italian Gerarto
A tall, skinny brute
Who worked in La Boca
Don't you remember, crazy foreigner
When you ran off to the asphalt

And now you have a car
You wear a fur coat and
You have an unhappy man
Who sweet talks you in French
What are you doing, what are you doing three times
Mrs. Clisolda Valle
When you show off your figure
With that guy on your arm
I don't hit you with a slap
For not hitting you in the street

Madam, but one must see
Your obsession with being a matron
If you remember Ramona
Pay her the rent
Don't act like a high-class lady
Throwing money around
Lower your head, my dear
With your fancy life
But if you're more snobbish
Than the tango La Cumparsita